The poem for today is called, Smite the cancer... The doctor said, I may have cancer, all through my body, Smite it oh lovely,Lord God Almighty. Streatch forth your hand and heal me now, so I can continue the gospel plow. My doctor said, I could surely die, But my Jesus said, that could be a lie. My cancers not in the doctors hand, nor is my life at any time. Jesus is greater than this cancer friend, and he holds my life in his dear hands. So smite the cancer Lord, smite it now, So I can go back to the gospel prow. ( I wrote this poem about myself after being told my cancer may have spread all through my body because of its rapid doubling every three months. P.S.A. )
Posted on: Wed, 18 Sep 2013 22:54:09 +0000
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